In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
The sun sets in front of a huge concrete building—about four times the size of the power plant. Probably a corn storage bin from an ethanol operation that ran here in the 1980s.
Standing on the ruins of the former sister dock, looking back at the soon-to-be-demolished family member. The pilings I stood on for the shot were those of the Chicago and North Western RR #3 which was dismantled in 1960 and used to be 2,040-feet long.
An experimental shaft dug in the 1950s and its Hoist House.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
I believe these hooks were meant for hanging filters to dry.
The light next to this acid tank was perfect, thanks to a gaping hole in the roof.
The hike to the village is steep. This is looking into the valley from the halfway point.
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.
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